*The Cheese-o-tron is is filled with the image of the Roboken State Penitentiary. The camera pans right to find Balls Nasty standing just inside the barbed wire fence.*
I've spent most of my life with people trying to lock me up. This steel ain't nothing new to me. I don't fear it. Can you say the same, Walrus? Can you look past your facade, your little hero imitation, and not be afraid of the steel ripping into your flesh? How about just the sheer concussive force smashing in your melon head when it ram that keg of lard you call a body into the corner? That's right, Walrus. This ain't play time. In that cage, the shit gets real. And I know all about the reality of being in a cage. I've been fighting for survival in them for years. It's not the game that you and your crew of phonies play out here in front of the audience. This isn't about applause or fan adoration. It's not about selling your t-shirts and asking for a raise. It's a fight to the finish. No flashy gimmick or cool catch-phrase can save you from that. Get ready because tonight I'm going to teach you the definition of fear and pain.
*He smiles.*
And I've got a little surprise for you, Walrus. You should read your contracts a little closer from now on.
